Just went for my first interval run of the year. Having had a rather headfuck day, I didn't workout in the morning, and I was being a sooky la la. I was watching the news and argh! I just need to get out of the house and i should probably exercise.
So after about 8 weeks of traveling, food poisoning, socialising and just generally not being a good little fitness girl, this week I am back into it with a vengeance.
I just got back from one of the best runs that I have ever done. I left the house at 8.30pm as I was working late and I just needed to get out and do some sort of exercise today. I've been in the gym a lot lately, and Boo and I signed up for a 5km in July, so I figured I had better get my ass running again.
So I have been asked by someone, "Why do you always post work out selfies on all your social media?
I love the feeling of being able to lift something heavy and as a girl be all like "See I'm a tough bitch!" But today my weights decided to say a big FU to me. In my last set of dumbbell overhead presses my arms just decided to stop working and I nearly dropped the weights.
WOW! I had planned on blogging daily but have been so insanely busy with my job and the charity I volunteer with that i just haven’t had time. Firstly, THANK YOU SO MUCH to all the amazing people who have so generously sponsored me.